Adoration
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I want the night to lose its blindness, take
Its blindfold off for angels’ searing sight.
I want a fissure caused by earth’s crust’s quake
To suck the river down and turn it into night
Inside the desert of the earth’s own dark
In caverns still unknown, to turn the flow
Of waters in their spate to waste more stark
Than dunes, but then to make the river glow
As white as streams of stars across the black
